Sometimes
you want to shut the book...

Not contentious
I will put you in moon...

It was a lingering goodbye
for anchor moon...

Looking back into
gray spring...

Your absence was left beside me
for the white salt...

Happening?
you heave a sigh...

Suckers of an octopus arm
entwine...

Like an asterisk
I adjure you to fly like an...

Between eyes and tears
you swim back to me on flames...

My palm,
collects the dark energy...

The town was
fissured...

Spare me a moment.
Can you anticipate the innocence...